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Prompt Post No. 18

Aug 21, 2011 09:00

Welcome to Round 18 of the Inception Kink Meme.

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anyone/anyone or gen, crossover: Inception/Sandman anonymous October 1 2011, 20:20:58 UTC

Anything. I don't even care.

Re: anyone/anyone or gen, crossover: Inception/Sandman foxgloveli October 2 2011, 02:54:53 UTC

SANDMAN, NEIL GAIMAN SANDMAN? SAY IT AND I WILL MAKE IT SO

Re: anyone/anyone or gen, crossover: Inception/Sandman anonymous October 2 2011, 10:44:34 UTC

Yes. Please.

FILL: the seasons turn and the years go by but the dark continues on. (1/5) foxgloveli October 4 2011, 14:00:46 UTC

A/N: I was inspired to fill this prompt because amongst other things- my LJ username is from a Neil Gaiman comic.

Ariadne has a favourite singer. Foxglove. She remembers catching her show once in Paris, before the singer came out as a lesbian and disappeared into Los Angeles suburbia. There is one song in particular she loves- Donna's Dream. She finds herself singing it one stuffy afternoon in Marrakesh on a job with three other people- an extractor/chemist named Sexton and a forger named Rose who changes her hair colour ever so often, and a teenager named Coraline who was the point of the team. It's Ariadne's first time working without Arthur or Eames or Yusuf, and she feels a little alone.

Sexton stills as Ariadne sang the song, a finger tracing over the tattoo on his left wrist. Ariadne's seen it before, of course- a name in cursive script. Didi. She had asked him about it the first time she saw it and he acquired a distant look in his eye ( ... )

Re: FILL: the seasons turn and the years go by but the dark continues on. (1/5) anonymous October 5 2011, 11:53:23 UTC

Oh, this is all kinds of awesome!

Re: FILL: the seasons turn and the years go by but the dark continues on. (1/5) foxgloveli October 5 2011, 13:35:36 UTC

Thank you! :3

Re: FILL: the seasons turn and the years go by but the dark continues on. (1/5) anonymous October 7 2011, 04:21:01 UTC

I like the idea of Sandman characters working in shared dreaming. Great start!

Re: FILL: the seasons turn and the years go by but the dark continues on. (1/5) foxgloveli October 7 2011, 06:06:34 UTC

Thank you! :D

FILL: the seasons turn and the years go by but the dark continues on. (2/5) foxgloveli October 7 2011, 10:14:43 UTC

Eames likes London and its pavement artists. They're as much a part of life as the pigeons and old ladies with stale breadcrumbs. He stops to gaze at the drawings. One of them is chalking a beautiful rose-coloured sunset on the concrete, magnificent and boundless with pale pink spiderwebbed threads of light crawling up the brick wall beside it. Eames drops a two-pound coin in the cap lying just beside his box of crayons and walks on, humming as he turns around a corner. There's another pavement artist on this street, and he's drawn stick figures walking around. He's in the middle of drawing a fifth one with crazy red hair and a dog ( ... )

FILL: the seasons turn and the years go by but the dark continues on. (3/5) foxgloveli October 8 2011, 15:45:09 UTC

"Hello, Yusuf." Yusuf jumps a little at the voice, but turns around with a smile. She stands there, tapping her fingers against the counter of his shop, round spectacles firmly in place. She looks exactly the same as he remembers from ten years ago, voice with the same humourless inflection. The person who'd gotten him started in dreamshare ( ... )

FILL: the seasons turn and the years go by but the dark continues on. (4a/5) foxgloveli October 9 2011, 08:57:17 UTC

Cobb scrubs a towel roughly over his face before he sits down on the bed, pulling out a box of mementos from underneath. The night outside is cool and balmy, the autumn wind rustling through the trees. Pippa and James are having a sleepover at their neighbour's. He trusts Hazel will take good care of them. Besides, the kids have never taken to anyone as quickly as they took to Alvie, Hazel's son. Cobb doesn't think he's ever seen Pippa so animated since Mal's passing.

Dom, mon loup, the first line reads, Mal's elegant script sprawled generously all over the paper. Cobb smiles a little at the nickname as he holds the letter. Mal's handwriting was achingly lovely, cursive and unbridled but calm. He'd always noticed that the way people wrote showed what kind of person they were. For example, Arthur gripped his pen tightly and pressed it down onto the paper. It was not an ideal writing style for a fountain pen enthusiast. Arthur had a stash of spare nibs for his fountain pens and had switched to ballpoint sometime after the fifth broken ( ... )

FILL: the seasons turn and the years go by but the dark continues on. (4b/5) foxgloveli October 9 2011, 09:00:17 UTC

Cobb can see the way Mal saw the scene- he remembers building a city for her as Mal filled it with her subconscious. There was a figure in a well-cut suit, androgynous and beautiful, strolling away from them. No matter how they walked or ran, the person remained a few feet in front of them, maintaining the same walking speed.

And the person turned around for the most fleeting moment and caught my gaze, then vanished into the crowd. The eyes, his or her eyes, were tawny in the dark of the club, sharp and cunning and sly. I went back to Papa's side after that, and he said 'where've you been, chérie?' and I could not say a word.

It happened the same way in the dream. Cobb can remember- almost taste the air of the dream-city as he and Mal charged down the street after the person, laughing. The person had glanced backward and with a hint of a smile, disappeared up a staircase or into the doorway of a shop. Cobb remembers eyes as sharp and sly as yellow wine, glinting in the gloom.

We have a word for it. L'esprit d'escalier. Thinking of ( ... )

OP, somewhat late to the party anonymous October 10 2011, 20:10:59 UTC

Sorry about that. Only just realised this had been filled.

This is amazing. I didn't envisage this kind of structure, but it's perfect. And your writing is lovely, so evocative. I will be waiting for part five.

Re: OP, somewhat late to the party foxgloveli October 11 2011, 02:12:24 UTC

FILL: the seasons turn and the years go by but the dark continues on. (5a/5) foxgloveli October 18 2011, 15:01:46 UTC

Some nights, Arthur tosses and turns fitfully in bed. He closes his eyes but nothing works, even various versions of Somnacin leave him wide awake. On these nights, he pads out of bed and opens the wooden box that he always stashes in a corner of his suitcase, and retrieves the single cassette tape inside it. It weighs comfortably in his hand and he turns it over carefully, as familiar with it as he is with his die ( ... )

FILL: the seasons turn and the years go by but the dark continues on. (5b/5) foxgloveli October 19 2011, 01:01:40 UTC

"And what will you pay for it, child?" The man asked, stretching out a ready hand. Arthur hurriedly dropped his fifty drachma coin into the man's palm, shuffling his feet. The man took on a pained expression, reaching out for more ( ... )

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